Welcome dear one,
Find a comfortable position,
Either seated or lying down,
Let your body arrive where it is,
Feet resting,
Spine soft but awake,
Shoulders melting away from your ears,
Take a slow breath in through the nose and release it through the mouth like a sigh carried on ancient wind,
Inhale,
Exhale,
Take a few moments here,
Focusing on the breath,
There is nothing you need to become,
Nothing to fix,
Nothing to earn,
This is a meditation simply of remembering,
Imagine that you are standing at the edge of a quiet moonlit clearing,
The night air hums gently,
Alive,
Aware,
Welcoming you home,
Above you the moon watches not as a stranger but as an old companion who has always known your name,
With every breath the world grows quieter and your inner world grows louder,
Feel the ground beneath your feet,
This earth knows you,
It remembers every step you have ever taken,
In this life and others,
You are not separate from the magic you seek,
You are standing inside it,
Begin to walk forward,
Each step draws you deeper into remembrance,
With every footfall something stirs inside you,
A subtle warmth,
A familiar pulse,
A quiet yes,
You come to a stone circle,
Ancient and patient,
These stones have watched witches come and go for centuries,
They do not judge,
They do not question,
They simply hold,
Step into the circle,
The moment you do,
Something shifts,
The air thickens with knowing,
Time loosens its grip,
This is a place where memory lives,
Not in the mind but in the soul,
At the centre of the circle burns a small steady flame,
It is not large,
It does not roar,
It glows,
This flame is yours,
Kneel before it and look closely,
Notice its colour,
Its movement,
The way it responds to your presence,
This is the fire you were born with,
The one that has never gone out,
Even when you doubted,
Even when you forgot,
You may have dimmed it to survive,
You may have hidden it to stay safe,
But it has always been here,
Waiting,
Place your hands over your heart now,
Feel beneath the ribs,
Beneath the stories,
Beneath the noise,
There is a quiet intelligence living inside you,
A knowing that doesn't shout,
It remembers,
Whisper silently or aloud if you wish,
I remember who I am,
Let the words ripple through your body,
You are not powerless,
You are not empty,
You are not late,
Your gifts were never taken from you,
They were folded carefully inward,
Waiting for the right moment to be reclaimed,
Now see the flame begin to rise,
Slowly,
Reaching towards your hands,
It does not burn,
It warms,
As it touches you,
Memories awaken,
Perhaps you feel intuition stirring,
That deep inner voice that has always guided you,
Even when logic argued back,
Perhaps you feel sensitivity returning,
Your ability to read energy,
Emotion and unspoken truth,
Perhaps you feel creativity unfurling,
The magic of making,
Shaping,
Weaving meaning into the world,
Perhaps you feel courage,
The kind that comes not from force,
But from knowing yourself deeply,
Whatever arises is right,
You do not need to name it,
Your body already knows,
The flame moves now,
Into your chest,
Your belly,
Your hands,
Your throat,
Your brow,
It lights the tools within you,
Your voice,
Which carries spells simply by speaking truth,
Your hands,
Which bless,
Soothe,
Create and transform,
Your presence,
Which shifts rooms without effort,
Your intuition,
Which reads what others miss,
These are not things you must learn,
They are things you must trust,
Now,
Imagine standing before a mirror made of moonlight,
Look into it,
Not at your face,
But through it,
See yourself as energy,
As lineage,
As memory carried forward,
You are the dream of those who came before you,
You are the answer to prayers whispered long ago,
And you are allowed to take up space in your magic,
No permission required,
No initiation needed,
You were initiated the moment you were born with awareness,
Take a deep breath in now,
Drawing all of this back into yourself,
Let it settle into your bones,
Exhale slowly,
Anchoring it,
Feel how calm this knowing is,
How steady,
How unafraid,
Magic does not rush,
It roots,
You do not need to perform it,
You embody it,
The stone circle begins to fade gently,
But the flame remains living within you,
The moon offers us one last silent blessing,
Carry this truth with you,
You are not remembering something new,
You are remembering something ancient,
Something that has always been yours,
When you are ready,
Begin to feel the surface beneath you,
Your breath,
Your body,
Wiggle your fingers and toes softly,
And when your eyes open,
Know this,
Your gifts are awake,
Your power is present,
Your magic is not elsewhere,
It is within you,
The world feels you remembering,
Blessed be.
